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I do say, such a lapse of conversation could only mean we have taken up arms against those pesky apeish French again. If this is indeed not the case, then why good sirs has our noble conversation become so side-tracked? I would be ever so peeved if this thread were to sink into murky obscurity like a mere pleb.I say chaps, buck up.

I do concur with your statement and would also like to add that their is nothing worse than a smelly drunken French commoner. I do recall this one instant were my pet Siberian tiger and I were walking the streets of Paris scoffing at the commoners when all of a sudden a Silly drunken French man came up and was saying something in the silly French language. I then spouted the kill command for my Pudgums, the Tigers name mind you, and the poor boy didn't even want finish his dead body, I then laughed, but not in excess, for that is poor manners.

So in conclusion, when your walking your endangered large trained beast, always remember that they aren't partial to smelly drunk French presents, wot wot?

So in conclusion, when your walking your endangered large trained beast, always remember that they aren't partial to smelly drunk French presents, wot wot?

I say, that reminds me of the time my dearest old chap from nottingham, Dudley was his name, I think... he took his exotic snow leapord out for a leisurely stroll one afternoon, and the poor little thing couldn't help but eat some of the neighbor's servants. Poor thing had to be put to sleep, but of course Dudley was a smart man; he had the beast stuffed and it is now presiding in his dining hall.

I say, that reminds me of the time my dearest old chap from nottingham, Dudley was his name, I think... he took his exotic snow leapord out for a leisurely stroll one afternoon, and the poor little thing couldn't help but eat some of the neighbor's servants. Poor thing had to be put to sleep, but of course Dudley was a smart man; he had the beast stuffed and it is now presiding in his dining hall.

That limey old bean Dudley told me that he had hunted that fair beast down and killed it with his bare hands. What a dodgy little bugger.And what's this about the neighbour's servants? Where I come from one their duties is to be exotic beast fodder. I remember once whilst I was having tea in the garden with old Miss Pumplefoot (a good wench, but rather daft don't you know, and ever so vulgar) she offered to give a few of the old servants to my rabid elephant for an afternoon snack. Naturally I declined (it would be bad form to accept an offer, and besides, I'm ever so rich) but I was given the impression that such activities are common place among us, the elite of society.I say, any of you chaps down for a visit to the golf club? I've heard the artichoke soup is good this time of year...

I say, any of you chaps down for a visit to the golf club? I've heard the artichoke soup is good this time of year...

Oh, I do say that I'd enjoy that, I haven't partaken of a fresh artichoke soup in quite a while.

But I must disincline. I am afraid that I am hosting a rather dashing game of poker tonight, at my manor. And the missus won't be home, as I have given her quite an allowance this month. Oh dear, I wonder what I will do? I heard that a rather ravishing traveling group of exotic beauties have come to town, and I'm sure that they would make the perfect company for me and my fellow chaps, eh wot?

And now gentlemen, I must bid adieu. Much to many things to attend to. Let's see, I shan't think that any wine younger than 1875 will take well, not at all. I must go and fine a better year, that frost still brings back horrid memories. Why, the missus lost two of her toes in that dreadful wind... But I say! Tally Ho, and all that sort of thing. Good day sirs! *Tips hat, and nods*

*Leaves thread with a smile on his face and a determination to engage in gentleman like activities*

Dear me, I daresay the newfound discovery of this earthly treasure is quite enough to raise the Guy himself from his otherworldly premises, so that he may too partake in these fine and jolly gatherings.

What a shame to see sir Sn3singworth leaving us so soon, good day to you sir, I SAID GOOD DAY! I'll have to send for my servant to send for my maid to send for my racially inferior cook to make us some more after lunch tea and crumpets. Artichoke sounds fantastic sir Socksington, would you pass the grey poupon please. This social is just beginning

I say, any of you chaps down for a visit to the golf club? I've heard the artichoke soup is good this time of year...

Heavens no! Not after that dreadful incident with the Rothlingtonfellows! They always accused my Pudgums of eating their daughter, when everyone knows that their daughter was kidnapped in Bangladesh 6 years prior. Why, they even have to news paper clippings hanging up on their mantle just under their prized head of a Saber Tooth Tiger. Dreadfully in denial they are, but i did notice a rather pale Black market Slave on my last trip to the east, which could only make one wonder if that happens to be their daughter... hmmmm yes....

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Posted 18 September 2007 - 04:20 PM

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Bad news chaps. My chauffeur was parking my rather splendid new Bentley into it's corner stall in my garage, and I'm afraid it hit a rather pricey new thoroughbred I've been keeping there because it was acting a mite dodgy. Poor bounder broke it's leg.Naturally I killed them both and ate them.What's the world coming to when a man has to face such incompetency from underlings? I say old beans, I'm about ready to hang up me old cotton socks and retire to the countryside. A smidgeon of brandy for breakfast, toast for lunch, life is good, I've got a hunch!

What's the world coming to when a man has to face such incompetency from underlings? I say old beans, I'm about ready to hang up me old cotton socks and retire to the countryside. A smidgeon of brandy for breakfast, toast for lunch, life is good, I've got a hunch!

Oh I say.

Well, I'm all for that idea, nothing better than living at the old summer cottage in the country, just to get away from the cities, I say. All this industrialism is going to kill us soon, or at least drive us all incompetent at the least. Its all that smoke and oil, If I must say.

Well I'm going to dodge off to the Plaza Art Fair. I, of course, will be absolutely out of my mind, as a rather old friend of mine just came back from India with this new plant called "Cannibus"? Which when smoked, gives you a right good appetite, a splendid perspective of life, and a very powerful urge, to laugh.

Posted 24 September 2007 - 02:42 PM

Oh look old chaps! This what just so happened to have bestowed on me is quite amusing!

QUOTE (Weiman @ Apr 5 2009, 01:09 PM)

This is exactly what has been going on through the entire thread, and it's not the first time either.You come to us for advice..you just spell out what you want to get, and then ask us if it is okay, and we have to explain why it isn't. That's the world upside down.. If you would just say 'hey guys, I have an X amount of money, what should I buy?' Then this would be over in 2-3 posts, not 2-3 pages.

QUOTE (Kazzerax @ May 21 2009, 09:01 AM)

Every time someone goes against Weiman's sig I feel like they should be bludgeoned for a few minutes in the head to feel the headache I feel when I realize someone really IS that dense.

I say, jolly good say Doh. Polo match perhaps chaps? I'll bring the mallets if you all bring the port.

What a smashing proposition. I'm sure I have a few bottles of year 1762 back at the manor, should make for a good round. So long as Duke Weiman doesn't bring his eccentric pet along with him, I wouldn't care to see what that creature is like drunk, wot wot!

But I daresay that I won't be in my best form, since my fool of a servant Dunsey ran off with my most prized thoroughbred.

I think I shall hire a female to take his place; the gentler sex seem to have such a way with dumb creatures, and they aren't nearly so hard to catch if they happen to run...